It is well over a week since my last blog. However as you will all know if you have been following my blog that I have been very poorly which is taking time and medication to help me get back to my "normal self". I am not sure whether I was happy or sad when the doctor told me last Wednesday on the results of my latest blood tests that things HAD improved and that I should attempt a return to work. Anyone off work for more than a few days will appreciate what a mountain that feels for me at the moment so please everyone wish me luck for next Monday as it will be the first day I will HAVE to remain awake all day! I had to laugh at my doctor though because he suggested that, once you are able to cite each and every programme on daytime tv, you are ready to go back to work. Sadly I obliged and sealed my fate! I have found out the hard way how easy it is to turn yourself into an invalid and expect all to be done FOR you so I suspect my poor long suffering husband is pleased too that I have been declared fit enough to return to work! I can't tell you how hard my first day on my own at home was......nobody to wait on me hand and foot so there I was relearning how to make cups of tea, toast, dinner hot water bottles again.
Enough of my whines and whinges I hear you all cry and MORE about St. Hils.......................
Before I begin another trip down memory lane I have a confession to make..and before I tell you see below for the evidence.........
I have to thank Frances of Buttercup Miniatures for giving me some ideas for this blog. It was, in deed, Frances who pointed something out to me that, although I had given it SOME thought, I had not really considered it a big deal. It amazes me how, in my storylines, I suddenly realise I have addressed an issue that I know is very important within society itself because it has something to do with not only the issue, but also in how it is viewed by society in general.
I realise that literacy is something that many of us take for granted but for some people, particularly adults, it is something of an issue if they either never attended school enough to learn to read or write properly or, for some other reason, they just never "got it". However I didn't really set out to address this issue at all when putting together our Remembrance page last year in which I cite poor Ernest as not being able to read or write but who still wanted his mother remembered in the list of those who had died as she had died so recently and he missed her sorely as does his father, Eric. Of course my immediate thought was - how CAN a duck be expected to read or write? However I quickly realise that a duck would not be welcome in any real full sized church whether it could read or write so the issue would never arise in real life would it?
Curly hair and repainted eyes
2 weeks ago